Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO EILISH OF THE FAIR HAND, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE


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First Line: I'd make my heart a harp to play for you
Last Line: Sunlight on other hearts -- ah! How it kills it.
Subject(s): December


I'D make my heart a harp to play for you
Love songs within the evening dim of day,
Were it not dumb with ache and with mildew
Of sorrow withered like a flower away.
It hears so many calls from homeland places,
So many sighs from all it will remember,
From the pale roads and woodlands where your face is
Like laughing sunlight running thro' December.

But this it singeth loud above its pain,
To bring the greater ache: whate'er befall
The love that oft-times woke the sweeter strain
Shall turn to you always. And should you call
To pity it some day in those old places
Angels will covet the loud joy that fills it.
But thinking of the by-ways where your face is
Sunlight on other hearts -- Ah! how it kills it.





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